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Mark Bell Mar 28
You’ve dangled
Your hook
And I did bite,
You enticed
Me in
It felt so right.
Said all the
Words I wanted
To hear
Like I love you
Come warm me dear.
But a sly *****
You became
Was the real you
It’s a crying shame.
Down the garden path
I was surely led,
The ***** had lured
Me to her bed.
Yes I did
for her I dote,
So I sharpened my knife
And cut her throat.
Mark Bell Mar 27
I made love
To a butterfly
Sweet as honey
It made me cry .
Mark Bell Mar 27
Victim of love
She thieved my gold
My stupid fault
Being blinded and old
I needed somebody
In my life,
Since the death of my
Darling wife.
What was I thinking
I could do my best
Thinking she could
Love me
In me slippers and vest.
Im not chasing my *** of gold
Learnt a lesson on growing old.
Mark Bell Mar 27
I got a little problem doc
Every morning  I have
A regular **** at 8 o’clock
That’s alright said the doc
I said no it isn’t
I don’t wake up to 9 o’clock.
Doc.
Mark Bell Mar 27
Yesterday is gone
Etched in my heart
Yesterday was yesterday
It was a beautiful start.
Our eyes met across
A crowded room,
We connected like the
Weaver and the loom.
My heart was pounding
Downstairs went warm
I’d had met my perfect storm.
Five years later my
Storm was no more,
She broke my heart
And all of the doors.
She took the whirlwinds
And blew away.
I just hope she comes back
One stormy day.
Mark Bell Mar 26
Kings and queens
Live in castles
Out of the orphanage
Came a ***** rascal.
This orphan he
Had no dreams
It was all about
Murdering this
King and queen,
See the queen was
his mother
She had an affair
The boy was told
Mother and father
We’re dead and
They did not care.
He hatched a plan
They must atone
This orphan rascal
Was heir to the throne.
The plan was a scandal
A fall from grace
The story in the tutorials
Took pride of place.
This orphan boy who
was Destined to be king
Now another chapter begins.
Mark Bell Mar 26
Cold steel cuts
Through my veins
Blood flows out
Relieves the pain.
My eyes roll up
Inside my head
Not long now
I shall be dead.
Was I murdered
Or was it suicide.
This doggerel rhyme
Had committed the crime,
The evil quill
Was top of the bill
My veins were cut
It left a chill.
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